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"I need to get back to Beacon." He read the words aloud before motioning for her to take it. The scroll was withdrawn, the girl still keeping a respectable distance between them as she looked at it. Her head tilted, fingers flying out to type a message in a tenth of the time it had taken him.

Why should I help you?

Good question. And one he didn't really have an answer to. Because it wouldn't be any effort for her? Not with her Semblance, she could likely drop him off in an instant and be gone before anyone even saw her. But that likely wouldn't be enough to convince her.

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A flash of colour further down the hallway caught Yang's eye. Lessons were currently in effect, though they'd obviously been allowed to skip them in light of Blake. But either way, there shouldn't have been anyone else in the corridors of Beacon at all.

Forget it. Whatever it is, I don't care. Her partner was in agony. She wasn't going to rush around chasing shadows. Not when it was probably just some other students playing truant. She turned away to head back to the infirmary, only for lilac eyes to widen as she heard a whistling sound.

The attack passed overhead as she ducked, the blunt object striking the wall behind her, before a lithe leg struck her midriff, lifting her from the ground. The brawler kicked off the wall mid-flight, using it to spin herself in the air so she could see the dead man who'd decided to piss her off.

Yang's eyes widened as she saw that damned smirk, the tiny girl from the train grinning up at her as she passed overhead. Yang landed clumsily, half-stumbling, half-falling back in panic. Shit, why is she-? Oh gods, is she here to finish me off? Eyes darted left and right. She couldn't afford to fight her here, but the teachers were only a short walk away – they could handle her.